It started with a tingle curling itself up Shakir's body, then came a sense of foreshadowing washing over him.
"something is wrong".
He said as he hastily got up from his squeaky chair and drops the rough sheets he was reading. Years of working as an adventurer was constantly bugging Shakir's consciousness, pinching at him that something is wrong somewhere.
Shakir stretched his hand out to the side of his squeaky chair and took his stick walker to aid him in moving faster. With the help of the stick walker, he was able to get to the door faster than he could have without it.
When he got to the door and pushed it open, the first thing Shakir felt was that the air was abnormally hot.
The kind of heat Shakir felt was not one that hovered over his hair lines keeping temperature heated, but an heat that had his body sweating profusely after minutes of being exposed to it.
Shakir in an effort to know what was going on, moved further out closing the door behind him.
